Lord of the Mysteries

“France is great.” I had plans of politely complimenting his country, but perhaps because I’m used to lampooning, I almost blurt out: “Great at surrendering.”

“Cough…” I cough dryly and say no more, lest he finds Chinese-styled sense of humor unacceptable.

After chatting for a while, I point in the direction of the airport.

“Mr. Zaratulstra will take a few more hours before he arrives. Shall we head inside and have something to drink?”

“Wine?” Rosago looks at me.

“No. I mean coffee, tea, cola, and so on. Don’t drink and drive.” I’m surprised that his first reaction towards the suggestion is wine.

You’re a professional chauffeur!

Aren’t you a little too rash?

The foreigner, Rosago, clearly didn’t understand my humor. After thinking for a few seconds, he says, “Sorry, I woke up too early today and am still a little sleepy. I’ll be sleeping in the car for a while.”

“Okay.” I secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Although I’m not against social interactions, and I’m even willing to be on good terms with people from a partnered company, I still feel a little uncomfortable thinking about having to spend a few hours with a stranger I’m not familiar with.

Even if the other party were a beauty, this feeling wouldn’t be any less.

Yes, that’s the case for me. Perhaps he shares the same thoughts. That’s probably why he chose to sleep in the car.

Returning from the parking lot to the airport, I randomly find an empty seat and sit down, not putting what I said about drinking something into practice.

It all costs money!

Based on my understanding of CEO Huang, he’s quite generous. But at the same time, as the big boss, he wouldn’t pay attention to the reimbursements of a mere employee. These sorts of trivial matters are usually handled by the finance department that follows a particular procedure.

Therefore, if I waited until noon at the airport, I would definitely be able to claim the expenses for lunch, but I would have to bear the expenses for coffee, cola, tea, snacks, etc. Those are unnecessary expenses.

Of course, if I could get Comrade Rosago to join me for the meal, then I would be able to claim such expenses—client entertainment!

For this reason, when I invited him earlier, I was actually quite sincere. At least half of it was true.

After sitting for a while and using my phone, I suddenly realize a serious issue:

hadn’t had breakfast

in a hurry this

the rumbling of my stomach and feel my thirst and hunger, I decide to find

get some random slice

shop that looks like it sells

phone buzzes as I

Mr. Rosago. What’s the matter?” I

from the

a thunderstorm.

to using the

fellow too unlucky… I’m

shall we wait at the railway

the high-speed railway station is just

Zaratul couldn’t buy a ticket to stop at this station, it would take a maximum of 90 minutes from the airport to the

wait

door to the ice cabinet push open. A small, fair, fat

trace this hand and see a child

regarding its gender. Sitting in a pram, its face is chubby

young child eating ice cream? The parents are so irresponsible! I gaze up at the adult pushing the

no intention of stopping

they don’t abuse the child,

eat ice cream

child appears quite

up the phone, I consider the possibility that we have to rush over to the high-speed railway station at any time. I simply make a choice,

I find a place to sit down

railway have been sold out.

filled with bad luck… That’s good too. I can head back directly. I don’t have to wait

let’s head

we’ll come again tomorrow,” Rosago says immediately. “Come to the parking lot. I’ll send you back. I’m returning

I reply with a

saving money and being greedy. After all, I can also

with

don’t end up getting an additional order, it gives me another outlet for job-hopping

problem is how I’ll

if two unfamiliar people

talk about work. It’s only about an hour anyway… I console myself. I leave the airport and find Rosago and